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The Storm 

There's a storm rolling in off the mountains 
the air has become lifeless and still 
as if to take a mighty deep breath 
before releasing it's fury and hell. 
There's a storm rolling in off the mountains 
the clouds have turned to grey 
growing heavy with the rain 
rain that is moving this way. 
There's a storm rolling in off the mountains 
it releases a loud mighty roar 
warning all the children 
it's time to be in doors. 
There's a storm rolling in off the mountains 
it's power lights up the blackened sky 
reminding me that as a human 
again one day I will die. 
amb

 

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I am honoured to announce that this poem was selected to be published in The International Who's Who in Poetry 2004.